La Habanera Lyrics - Yello

This is Havana 

The night before the revolution 

Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony 

For latin piano 

Popping corks and blasting bullets 

La Habanera dances in the streets 

And like every night 

Pedro Comacho sells peanuts 

Outside the Tropicana Club 

Don't ask me why 

Life is one day 

La Habanera 

La Habanera 

She dances on the street at night 

La Habanera 

La Habanera 

She is ready for a fight 

Don't ask my why 

Pedro Comacho 

The former informer of the secret police 

Is still standing outside the club 

Pretending to be blind 

He watches the last plane to Miami 

Disappearing in a flaming purple sky 

Now he knows 

He has been left behind